Chapter 16: Of Prophecies and Princes

The Prophecy Of Light

given by the Elven Sage Eldan Valarion in the year 6032 after the Vanishing.

In a time of sorrow,

when darkness encompasses the land,

and all hope has fled,

A Flame shall be lit in the Lands once again.

In the darkest hour, he shall return,

the Prince of Light,

Lord of Justice,

The Sindalion.

With him shall come that which was Lost,

and it shall herald the dawn of a new age.

He shall lead the Elven Peoples,

and restore to them their former glory.

That which was broken shall be made whole,

and the darkness shall be driven back,

and the Light shall reign evermore.

Harry sighed as he dropped the ancient scroll back onto the table before him. In some ways, it did seem to fit, but in others, it just didn't make sense. He looked up at the Elves gathered before him. Here were the leaders of the Elven People. The King and Queen. The two Strike Leaders of the Strike Force. The Grande Archmage of the Mage's Council. The Ranger Lord of the Sentinels. The High Priest of the Temple.

All bowing to him.

"You have got to be kidding me!" He exclaimed, looking at each in turn."This can't be about me!"

"And why not?" The king asked. "You have returned with that which was Lost. There is no doubt about that."

"I know but..." Harry trailed off. "It just doesn't seem right."

"Nevertheless Emrys," the Queen said softly. She was quite fond of the young prince, and thought of him as a son. "We believe it may be you."

"But it doesn't fit! Look at this," he said, pointing at the parchment again. "'When darkness has encompassed the land, and all hope has fled.' How does that apply to right now?"

"To some, all hope has fled." The king said simply.

"You are the Prince of Light Emrys. Whether you except it or not, you are our leader now." His uncle, the High Priest said.

"I don't suppose we could keep this quiet? Tell everyone that you don't believe it?" He asked hopefully.

"Why?" Asked the queen.

"I just don't want that kind of attention. I don't want people believing I'm some sort of Messiah." He said.

The councilors exchanged looks, before nodding slowly.

"Very well, we shall see what we can do about that." The king said.

"I have one other question. Have you had any luck translating this one word? 'Sindalion'?"

The king looked over at Athalan, the Archmage, at this.

"We still don't know. We have spent centuries trying to translate that word, but have found nothing. We think that it must have been a language that was lost in the Vanishing, and that is why we can find no trace of it." Athalan said.

Harry nodded. "Okay then. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?" He asked.

"How are your forces holding up?" One of the Strike Leaders asked.

"We're doing okay. There's only been one major attack, and we dealt with it without any casualties on our side." Harry told them.

"Good. Do you expect to be needing any more forces?" The other asked.

"Hmm. I'm thinking it might be a good idea to have another unit of Windriders available, just in case the Dark Lord has airborne forces." He told them.

"Very well, we shall dispatch a unit to rendevous with your forces shortly."

Harry nodded. "Thanks. Was there anything else?"

This time it was Feadir, his uncle, who spoke up.

"Aya and Evelyn wanted to see you as soon as you were here."

"Yes," Harry answered smiling. "I ran into Evelyn on the way in, or rather, she ran into me. I hear Aya's pregnant?"

His uncle nodded happily.

"Aya wants you to stop by at some point during your stay for dinner. She says 'palace food is good, but nothing beats a home made meal.' She was rather insistent."

Harry smiled again. "Well, I've nothing against that, your wife's cooking is magnificent."

His uncle snorted. "Suck up. You're only saying that because she happens to be the best Herbalist there is, and she gives you discounts on all those things you use for your pranks!"

Harry's grin widened. "What's your point?"

Harry rushed through the hallways towards his quarters, his mind whirling. He was still thinking furiously when he opened the door to his room. Then his thought processes froze as he saw what was beyond the door, his eyes wide.

Then a thought entered his head.

'Why was Ginny in his room?'

This was soon followed by another thought.

'Why was Ginny in his room, almost naked?'

This was followed by another thought that made his heartbeat pick up considerable, and blood flowed from his brain, to somewhere below.

'Sweet Merlin! Ginny's in my room almost naked!"

And she was. She was currently standing in the centre of the room, and it looked as though he had walked in on her in the process of changing. His eyes swept up her long bare legs, up her thighs, to where they met. His eyes widened as he took in the black panties she was wearing.

His eyes slowly drifted upwards over her smooth stomach to her breasts, which were spilling ever so slightly over the top of her too-small black bra. He couldn't help but think that they were just the right size. Not too big, not too small. He groaned at the thought of how they would fit in his hands.

At the sound of his groan, Ginny's head shot up.

"HARRY! What are you doing? Why are you in my room?" She shrieked, as she grabbed a shirt to cover herself, blushing furiously.

He gaped at her. When he finally managed to find his voice, he managed to speak. "Your room? This is my room!"

"What?" She said. "But, this is where the guide said I was staying. He said the King and Queen officially assigned me this room."

Harry groaned. He'd forgotten how interfering his relatives could be.

"Well they almost certainly did that on purpose. I guess they assumed that since the Lorinagalea bond was stronger than any marriage could be, they could stick us together. Nothing we'll be able to do about it I'm afraid. They're not the King and Queen for nothing." He said, as he flopped down into a chair.

Ginny stared at him for a moment, before a grin slowly spread across her face.

"So," she said, as she slowly approached where he was sitting, a slight swing in her hip. "Did you like what you saw?" She asked, dropping the shirt she had picked up, revealing her scarcely covered form to him once more.

Harry gulped, before blushing furiously, doing a reasonable impersonation of a tomato. He nodded his head vigorously, not taking his eyes from her. He couldn't help but notice the significant tightening in his pants.

Her seductive grin widened as she realized the level of control she had over him at that moment. She leaned over him in the chair, her hands resting on the arm rests of the chair, giving him a clear view into the deep valley between her breasts. He swallowed again, hard.

"Really?" She purred, leaning in further, her lips mere millimetres from his ear. "So what do you plan to do about it?" She whispered seductively.

He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his lap. As he did so, she brought her legs up, and wrapped them around his torso. As she settled into his lap, she grinned as she felt his reaction to her actions.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue running along her lips. She opened her mouth a little and let his tongue enter. Still kissing, she pulled his shirt out of his pants, and ran her hands up under it, caressing his chest. His hands roamed as well, trailing up and down her back, caressing her smooth skin.

They didn't even notice time passing, they were too caught up in each other. They only broke their kisses long enough to breathe, before starting again. They were so wrapped up in each other, they didn't hear the knocking on their door.

"Emrys, Allia sent me to ask why you're late for the banquet-OH!" Evelyn said, as she opened the door, and caught sight of the two of them. "Ooooooooh! Well looky what I walked in on! I can't imagine what Allia will say when I tell her why you're late!"

Harry sighed, lifting Ginny of him. "What will it take?"

Evelyn grinned. "Hmm, well lets see. Considering the vast amount of teasing you'd get from Allia... a lot!"

"How much is a lot?" Harry groaned.

"I want to go to Hogwarts!"